The way you hold my hand as you fall asleep.
Your sleepy little sighs of happiness as you nurse.
How quickly those big ol’ dimples come out when I walk in the room.
Breathing you in.
Kissing your neck.
Eating up your tiny toes.
That cheeky smile.
The lump I get in my throat when I think of how much I love you and need you.
Your frustrated grunting when you’re trying so hard to do something.
Standing in your room in the dark to listen to you breathe.
Holding you in the dead of night when the rest of the world is asleep.

“Motherhood is near to divinity. It is the highest, holiest service to be assumed by mankind. It places her who honors its holy calling and service next to the angels.” -James R. Clark